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Moving on was what I was good at. It was what he was goodat.

We wouldn’t have any regrets.

I knew I was lying for both of us.

Chapter 3

Jennifer

2 Months Later

“Did you see this file?”

I looked up as Daisy walked over, her hair piled on the topof her head and dark circles under her eyes. She’d had a long night on a job, the client insisting they work overtime.They’d paid accordingly, but I wasn’t sure how Daisy was here this morning. Shemust be exhausted. But she was the boss, and she didn’t listen to anyone butherself when it came to her hours.

“I did. What’s wrong, other than the normal?” I asked as Igestured toward the seat in front of me. She gave me a look but gingerly sat,favoring her leg again. She had been hurt in an explosion and kept saying shewas fine, but we both knew she wasn’t. And while Daisy was my friend, and Ienjoyed spending time with her, she was also my boss, which meant I didn’t getto kick her in the ass when she didn’t take care of herself. Thankfully, sheworked with her cousins, and they kicked her ass for me.

“There’s a note here about the number of people they want ontheir detail. Isn’t that up to us to decide?” she asked, her voice dry.

I cleared my throat as I looked over at Kate, our new admin.“Hey, Kate, can you repeat what the client said over the phone?”

Kate sighed. She was a recent hire and doing really well. She was about my age, with dark hair, brighteyes, and a strong work ethic. She also didn’t take shitfrom anyone.

“Well, the client started off with certain demands, andwhile they sounded fine at first, they turned into insane requirements. Like nowomen were allowed to be part of the team. Then they wanted all women.And then they decided they wanted a mix and wanted to tell us exactly where wewould be standing during certain events.”

I looked over at Daisy, who hadn’t been in the room for thatphone call while Kate took notes, explained that wasn’t how we worked, and thenpulled her phone away from her ear so we could hear the screaming on the otherend of the line.

“I’ll handle it. And, Kate, the next time someone yells atyou like that or has outrageous and sexist demands? You say the bosses willcall them back and hang up. You are not paid to be emotionally abused by these fucking assholes. You got me?”

Kate nodded.

“Seriously, Kate. Our job is to find security threats fornew buildings, install hardware and software, and be the point people forevents. It’s not to be yelled at because some egotistical assholedecides they know better.”

“See?” Daisy said as she gestured toward me. “Sheunderstands.”

Kate cleared her throat. “Oh, I understand. I just don’tknow if I’m allowed to yell back.”

I laughed. “If they’re in your face, do that sweet, casual,stern-talking you do.”

I laughed at that, shaking my head. “Whenever I do that toone of our clients, they look at me like I’ve grown a second head. Because,apparently, I’m not allowed to string two words together without bending overso they can see my cleavage.”

“People are such assholes,” Daisy grumbled.

“Who are assholes now?” Kane walked in with a scowl and slidhis phone into his pocket.

“Men,” I said, fluttering my eyelashes. Kane rolled hiseyes.

“Okay, now who’s being sexist?”

“In this case, the clients,” Daisy grumbled as she explainedthe phone call.

“I knew that client would be an issue, but Kingston thoughtwe could handle it.”

“I’m sure the guy was sweet and affable to you, one of thebros. But as soon as he heard that Daisy and I would be on the team and Kate’svoice? Of course, he changed his tune. Because how could a little-bitty womankeep him safe?” I asked, pitching my voice slightly higher.

Kane held up both hands. “Do not bring me into that, but Ican handle it.”

“No, I will,” Daisy said with a smile that scared me a bit.“Please, let me handle it.”